Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for this chapter I just had so many ways I wanted to go with this and couldn't decide; so it took me a little longer to write this than I would have liked. And the moment you all have been waiting for is here! So enjoy! (Oh and I just wanted to say happy Halloween! I'm so excited! I'm going as my queen, black widow this year. )

Disclaimer: I don't own the avengers, but oh well I have my fan fiction.

It wasn't supposed to end up like this; with a knife to my neck and my gun held to my targets head, not able to decide if getting my throat slit is worth the success of the mission; yet here I was. Dammit!

"Don't even think about it." The women with short, red, curly hair said, finally regaining consciousness; from when I knocked her out earlier.

"Don't do it kid." her partner, (the guy who was currently holding the knife to my throat.) added. Digging the knife to where it was slightly digging into my skin; but wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. I better explain.

2 hours (before) earlier….

It was a little after 4:30 and I had just been dropped off at my target, Jacob Rogers's house. It was a beautiful two story house with a nice brick job and flawless shining windows. The house had a blue door; making it really stands out against the maroon color of the brick under. Under the windows were perfectly trimmed shrubs, all in line. Since the house was a little ways off the road, there was a long drive way leading up to the front door; which then made a turn around a small patch of grass and merge back with the concrete leading back down to the road. Off a little to the side was more of the drive way; leading toward the back of the house to what I assume to be the garage. From what I can see their pretty well off family.

No one was home. According to the file that Mr. Vaughan gave me, it says Mrs. Rogers is at work and would be going out with friends tonight. The children are most likely at daycare, while Jacob himself was at work and would home in about an hour or two. So that gave me plenty time to prepare. Not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, I walked around back the house. The house may have been a little ways off the road but I wasn't taking any chances. Around back there was a huge underground swimming pool and a nice patio; with furniture. And just my luck, there was a sliding glass door. I silently did I little cheer about not having to climb the house; and then got to work.

I walked over to the door and took out a bobby pin from my hair, bent down and slowly began working the booby pin into the simple lock on the door; and before I knew it, I heard a loud pop. I grinned victoriously before sticking the pin back into my hair, sliding the door open, and getting up. I stepped into the house, noting the ugly peach color of the carpets and inwardly cringed for a moment; before praying for whoever picked out these carpets. For they surely would be going to hell; for their poor taste in carpet colors, it was awful. After leaving the living room, I was relived to find that the hideous carpet did not continue any further, but instead was replaced by a nice white tile. At least someone in this house had taste I thought.

Pushing away my thoughts about interior design, I crept up stairs; quietly peaking in various doors until I found Mr. Rogers home office. I went over to the desk and sat down in the plush black leather chair. Then proceeded to take out a hard drive from one of the various pockets in my black trench coat; and plugged it in to his lap top. It immediately started downloading files. I'm not sure why Mr. Vaughan wanted his personal computer files, seeing as important stuff was probably kept at work; away from his family, but I didn't question him. I knew better than that. While it down loaded I set to work on the rest of my plan.

1 hour later (still before)

I luckily got everything set up before my target got home. I had left some homemade brownies on the table; that contained a sleeping agent that will make him drowsy and a note on the counter; saying it's from his wife. Then in various places around the house, I hide tiny cameras; so I can keep track of his movements from my smart phone. Then finally I got the number to his home office phone; which I will call from the office closet, after he has eaten the brownies. Once he picks up the phone, I'll kill the line and make my appearance. Pretty good plan if you ask me.

I waited another five minutes before I saw him enter the house. He looked tired and was carry a brief case. Jacob Rogers was a man of medium build, and had wispy blonde hair that was thinning slightly at the top; due to old age. After throwing his brief case on a nearby chair he promptly made his way to the kitchen; heading straight to the fridge and taking out a bottle of water. He gulped it down quickly, almost completely draining it before noticing the brownies; on the granite counter. He set the water bottle down and picked up the note and smiled upon reading it, then took a bite of the delicious and deadly treat I had prepared for him. I felt a string of guilt tug at my heart; but I quickly shoved it down and slipped into my cold persona.

Its go time I thought, dialing the number. Almost immediately the phone rang and his head shot up groggily. The sleep agents were already taking affect, perfect. He stumbled slightly and made his way up stairs to the office. When he opened his office door I quickly hung up the phone. Looking a little annoyed, he hurried over to the desk going to check who called. Well it's now or never, I thought; slowly cracking the door open. He froze phone in hand; I took out my gun holding it down by my side.

"Who is there?" He asked, in a frightened but groggy voice.

"I have a message from the T.U.G." I said, repeating what Mr. Vaughan had told me to say. I faintly heard his breath hitch slightly. I felt guilt bubbling up at what I was about to do; before pushing it down and cocking the gun, raising it to his head; as he slowly turned around, His green eyes wide. I noted he had a scar below his bottom lip, interesting I thought. I took a deep breath before saying the last line of the message. "There not happy."

I was seconds away from pulling the trigger, when I heard a loud crash to my left and I saw two people come flying in through the window; glass goes everywhere. I duck down doing my best to avoid any on coming glass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jacob fall down behind the desk. I guess the sleeping aid finally took full affect.

"Agent Evans, drop the weapon and come with us." A short man with blonde hair says, pointing a notched arrow at me. I stay silent and get up and brush the glass bits off me.

"Agent Evans come with us now; or we will he to use force." Another voice said. This time it was a female voice. I look over next to the man and there is a tall woman with short, red, curly hair. She was pointing two guns at me.

"Looks like you going to have to use force." I say.

First cliff hanger! Wow I'm so proud! I had originally wanted to continue on with this but decided to put it in two parts but I'll update again soon as I can; I promise.

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